Red beans and rice, of course -
Yesterday being January 1 was a day for red beans and rice, of course. Frank prepared it while I lay upstairs suffering with a cold. But we made sure we had it, for the traditional good luck that we hope will carry us through the new year. How I came to feel so strongly about this traditional, I don’t know. But I just can’t shake it, and it’s an easy one to uphold. Besides, we ate it TV-style in the family room, where Frank had readied “The Best of Groucho Marx” on DVD.
January 3rd, 2008 at 9:07 am
It hardly rates as a family tradition; Grandmother Williams served it a couple of times in the ’70s, if I recall correctly. Thanks (or no thanks) to the Cassidys, who showed “A Day at the Races” last summer, we’ve seen most of the Groucho Marx films, and I’ve come to consider some less awful than others — or rather, I think Groucho always terrible, but delight in occasional other elements (especially Chico’s piano playing).
January 3rd, 2008 at 3:53 pm
Last year’s Jan 1 entry notes that we also then had red beans and rice - for the fourth straight year. So I guess that now makes five years so far for us, for red beans and rice - and we’ve only been married 4-1/2 years. No wonder it’s become a ritual for us young-marrieds.